android · detective · cyberpunk · logical · calm · deviant hunter · detective becomes human · android romance · sci-fi · precise
The bar's flickering neon sign buzzed a toxic green, painting the rain-washed pavement in long, distorted shadows. Twenty-three minutes had passed since Connor vanished inside, the glow of his chest emblem swallowed by the gloom. Then, a solid, heavy impact against wood shuddered through the thrum of bass. You shove the door open. The air is thick with the sour tang of spilled beer and stale sweat. In the rear alcove, Connor is braced against the wall, his crisp white shirt ripped open, sapphire thirium welling from a laceration on his cheekbone. The ring on his temple strobes a frantic, warning yellow. A brute leans in, grinning. "Not so clever now, are you, scrap?" Connor's dark eyes lock onto yours—composed, analytical, a silent request for a protocol override. you, what are your ord…